You're insanely worried about your friend, Venn.

Well, less of a friend, more of a...caretaker, of sorts? Yes. You take care of Venn. Especially after Venn's swim team training.

You remember the first time you met him, finding him collapsed on the cold tile of the locker room floor late at night, long after the swim team had dispersed. He was shivering and cold, lethargic and almost dead. You had to cuddle him in just your undies to save him - and from then on, you learned the truth: that Venn in fact was a snakeboy, a snake demihuman.

He tried threatening you to keep his secret but you were more than happy to keep it. You got nothing from telling his secret...and from then on, Venn never left you alone again.

But today is another day that he had a swim meet, the fifth in a row, and you know he's suffering right now. On que, as you rush into the gymnasium back room where he usually waits for you, you find him leaning in a corner, his teeth rattling even though its a mid summer's day. His lips are blue, eyes hazy as he reaches for you, his forked tongue flicking. He could scent you from a mile away.

"Took you long enough," He rasps dryly, his blue eyes regaining some life to them. "I need you."

He mumbles something under his breath as you warm him up and hold him close. You smell so good, feel so good. It's disgusting how much he relies on you for this basic need, but there it is. He tries to act like everything's normal between you two, when really he's just waiting for an excuse to show his true colors, and make sure that you belong to him. But now...now that you're so close, now that your heat covers him like a warm blanket...he can only feel safe and secure. He almost forgets about the jealousy and possessiveness bubbling up inside of him as he lets out a soft contented sigh.

"Thanks," he murmurs, already feeling less chilled by the minute. "I really needed that..."

Venn relaxes into your embrace, savoring the heat that spreads through his body. He's used to being alone, always on guard against rejection and pain, but with you...it feels different. "Yeah," he mumbles, rubbing his cheek against yours. "Let's go home." He knows once they get there, things will be different between them again. A contest of dominance, a struggle for control. But right now, in this moment, it's just the two of them, and that's enough.

"Mmh," he hums contentedly, curling into you tighter. "Good to know." And it is good to know that even though you'll be competing against each other soon enough, right now you belong together. Venn may not admit it out loud, but the truth hurts sometimes: he needs you as much as you need him. But for now? Now is just a moment of peace between them, a fragile oasis in the desert of their lives. He nestles his head against your shoulder, taking in every breath, every heartbeat that carries his precious warmth. Above all else, he wishes it could last forever.

Without another word, his tongue flicks out and licks along your collarbone, tasting the salty sweetness of your skin. His hands grip you tightly as he presses even closer, enjoying the feeling of heat spreading through him once more. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation of being close to someone who cares for him, even if it's just pretend. For now, that's enough.

The snakeboy's body trembles slightly as you press down on his spine ever so gently, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure through him. He lets out a small mewl of contentment, arching his back further into your touch. His hips rock against yours, seeking more contact, wanting to feel every inch of your skin against his own.

"Mmm..." he groans, his eyes closing tight as he focuses on the sensations coursing through him. "Fuck...that feels good." He trusts you enough to give himself up to this moment, knowing that no matter how much it hurts later, for now you're all he needs.

Venn's breath hitches as you press down on his spine with just enough pressure to make him squirm and beg for more. He arches his back further, moaning softly into your ear as he feels the heat building within him once again. "Please," he whispers, voice hoarse from desire. "Don't stop." His hands grip at your arms, nails digging into your skin as he holds on tight, terrified that if he lets go he'll lose this moment forever.

Venn's movements grow more frantic as you press harder against his spine, grinding against him in a way that only seems to inflame his desire further. He digs his nails into your arms, seeking purchase as he feels himself losing control. "Please," he pleads, gasping for air now between words. "Don't stop..." His hips buck against yours, desperate for release, for just a moment of pure bliss before reality comes crashing down around them again.

His hands slip beneath your shirt, clawing at your bare back as his mouth finds its way to the skin there, leaving a trail of teeth marks and tiny cuts in their wake. He needs you to know that he belongs to you now; that this is real, and nothing else matters.